"Every good girl wants a bad boy who is good only for her." "Every bad boy wants a good girl who is bad only for him." "Whenever you are looking for love don't look too far he might be right next door." Clara Wilson is your typical clichéd teen fiction protagonist with exactly two friends, no social life and a 4.0 GPA. She has been in love with Alec Evans, the unattainabley popular football quarterback and her next door neighbour forever. She thinks she's in for a quiet senior year until Jake Henderson arrives. Bad boy extraordinaire, he's arrogant, rude, undeniably gorgeous and shares a past with Clara that she wants to do nothing more than to forget. Caught between two boys, her life is turned upside down in the most ridiculous of ways. But maybe in the midst of all the confusion and chaos she finds not only love but also herself. Romance #2

Octavia. That's the name the world knows her by. One word. One name. At seventeen, she was a girl who had her spotlight when she was whisked away to co-star in what would be an award-winning movie. From that moment on, she had never strayed away. Now, at 24, Octavia is a star and has found herself in multiple productions. As she finds herself in Milan, Italy for a new and upcoming movie she is cast in, she crosses paths with Caleb Henderson, the famous writer known to the world as Romero Henderson. However, as the production of the movie begins, Octavia immediately decides her opinion of Caleb. She doesn't like him. She borderline hates him. She hates how annoying he is. She hates the stupid, random topics he always brings up. She hates how he almost always cuts her off whenever she's speaking. She hates how attracted she is to him. I exhaled, trying to rub the tiredness off my face with my hands. I looked down at his shadow on the ground to him. His face looked as if it was glowing from the sun, his eyes narrowing from the brightness. I let my gaze trail from the exposed tattoos on his arms to the stupid smile that was still on his face. "Why are you like this?" For a moment he didn't answer me. He simply glanced at me, knowing that I meant more in the five words. The smile on his face went from pure amusement to bitterness. It was something I had never seen before and I didn't think I wanted to see him smile like that ever again. He pivoted his head towards the sun once again and in a serious tone asked, "Would you have me any other way?" Cover: @EmSlough_

My entry for the Planet Or Plastic thingy.

- because this moment simply is -

Olivia Walters and Jake Rhodes have no choice but to survive in the hands of a delusional thief/ abductor. He takes what he wants when he wants. Well, objects that is, until one night things go awry and he is forced to do the unthinkable. One late night, sixteen-year-old Olivia Walters awakens to the sound of gunshots. Fearing the worst, she panics and runs downstairs only to be stopped by the sight of her parents lying lifeless on the foyer floor. They had just returned from a late night movie when they walked in on the masked thief turned murderer. A gasp escapes her lips, forcing the man to look up and see her. With fear coursing through her cold veins, she tries to run only to be caught by him. In the midst of his stronghold around her neck, she pleads for her life and promises not to tell the police. This sparks an idea in him. If she does talk he'll get sent to prison so to prevent that from happening, he takes her from her home. The home he was burglarizing. The same home he murdered her parents in. "I always take something with me. Just think of yourself as my personal souvenir." He whispers lustfully into my ear, making the hair on my neck stand up. Un-edited. *Please remember this story is fiction so some things may seem unrealistic* Rated PG-13 for Mild Violence, Mature Content, and Strong Language © Copyright All Rights Reserved 2014. As of 9/24/14 Random #18 Teen Fiction #95

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WARNING:) this story contains a lot of grammar mistakes (#tb 8th grade writer), side notes from the author and A TON OF clichés (potentially or most likely cringe)... read to your own discretion :) His lips brushed against mine, making me feel those stupid fireworks sparkling inside me.I found myself looking at his full pink lips, just like he was. Why am I feeling like that? I shouldn't. He's the biggest jerk ever. His lips formed into a smirk and he backed away. "See you later, alligator." he said walking away confidently. -- Meet Joelle Lane, a 17 years old girl who goes to Prim high. She's just a normal typical teenage girl, hanging out with her friends. But then what happens when she's partnered with Gab Bateaux?! The guy she thinks he's a jerk, aka her ex-best friend? 「all rights reserved」

Her innocence was like a spark, igniting everything inside of him. She calmed the storm inside of him while he was busy causing havoc in her life. The urge to be around her all the time was overwhelming for him but the bet had already been made. Whatever started behind closed doors couldn't just end in there. See how a game of seven minutes in heaven changes everything. How it breaks a closet's shelf and a heart. [JUNE'15-]

highest #25 in humor Vanessa Richards is not just an average two piece. She is different. She can be sweet at times but aggressive too. She has been charismatic although she's too sarcastic to function. The surprising part is that she has never been in love with any guy. But yeah, she isn't a virgin! She remains as she is until she meets her enemy, Jason Sanders. He is a playboy who hasn't been in love either. Never in a relationship too! This guy is flirty and geeky. The story begins where we know that, She hates him. He hates her. Everything goes smooth and fun until one of them's hate turns to be love. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.\ So, you've been warned. Read at your own risk. Here's the trailer, check it out:) https://youtu.be/90D_AqX09Ys

#1 Mystery | #1 Thriller | #1 Young Adult Have you ever known someone more than you know yourself? Known them so inside out that you could finish their sentences and know what they're thinking, just with a glance? That was Casey and I. We were the ultimate best friends. We knew more than we should about each other. I was hopelessly and undeniably in love with him. I still remember the day perfectly. I wish I could say there was something to hint that it was coming. There was nothing. I thought I knew everything about him. Apparently not. He killed himself and a part of me died along with him. He was dead, and so was I. Or, so I thought. ** Cover by Reachingformorex ** © 2017 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.